Weddingbee Blog

I know that it’s been more than 6 months since our wedding, and I am just now beginning the Pudding recaps. Still, I’m not going to make excuses—I’m here now, so ON WITH THE SHOW!

The day before the wedding was a hectic one—actually, the whole week before the wedding was no picnic. Despite the almost two years we had to plan this wedding, we were seriously behind! There were escort cards to prepare, and napkins to fold, and programs to print! Thank goodness for Sister Pudding. I was ready to give up most of the tasks—who needs pretty belly bands for napkins, right?—but Sister P just kept pushing. She knew that I wouldn’t be happy if my visions weren’t realized.

I’m not going to lie; these days were extremely stressful. All of us were big balls of nerves—Sister Pudding refused to talk to Mama P (she can hold a grudge like nobody’s business), Mama P refused to stop ironing Brother P’s shirts (seriously, all of them—and he has a lot of shirts! Why Mama P, WHY?), and me? Well, let’s just say that my craziness culminated when Mr. Pudding called to ask me if he could borrow a tie from my brother for the rehearsal. Needless to say, I had a screaming, crying fit, during which I questioned our entire relationship, and Mr. Pudding managed to find plenty of volunteers to lend him a tie. I am not proud of this, but I’m just trying to keep it real. It was CRAY-ZEE!

Amidst the sobs of “how-am-I-going-to-marry-a-man-who-can’t-even-dress-himself-without-me” and “mom-will-you-stop-ironing-Brother P’s-shirts-we-have-to-leave-in-5-minutes!”, I managed to get myself dressed, and get everyone out the door. By the time we arrived at the church though, we were 15 minutes late, and everyone was waiting.

The “crew” - and look, Mr. P found a tie!

They didn’t hold a grudge though. Upon seeing me, Mr. P’s grandma compared me to Jackie O—”You may be late, but at least you know how to make an entrance.” What could be better than that?

With so many out of town guests (almost 100!), I had some “hellos” to get to. I was especially excited to see my Godfather, who had arrived from Poland just that morning!

An excited wave - “Hello, wujek (uncle)! So nice of you to fly half way across the world to join us!”

Mama Pudding saying hello to my uncle.

Finally, we got on with the rehearsal. We didn’t have a wedding planner, so I was left in charge. Not that I minded—I love being in charge!

A short introduction, and we were ready to roll!

Walking down the aisle with Mama and Pudding Pops!

We can do this!

Once we got going, the rehearsal actually went quite smoothly. No major mishaps, no major concerns. We practiced walking down the aisle, and saying our “I do’s.” And, somehow, magically, the stress went away, and happiness began to set in. In 24 hours, we would be husband and wife!

Up next, our Polterabend - less drama, more glass breaking

***All photos courtesy of Grandpa P